Scorping

It meant something before. A whole fucking lot. Now who cares, roll around the back and it's all forgotten, forgiven and lost. This is what happens, day in, day out. Nothing lasts forever and who knows if you ever really want it to. This isn't me complaining or sooking about how things once were. I'm all for going forward, leaving the past as pure memories which over time will fade (knowing me this part won't take long). There may be a limit on what you can do, but there isn't a limit on what you can wish for. Realistic wishing is best. Flaunting your high hopes, I can see through it all, but then again it might just be your hair falling all over your face. Snip that out of the way. I can do it, you can too.

Avoid an argument. What's changing now seems only minor, but it's just the tip of a magnificent iceberg. The more we do what is right, the more we encounter those who are wrong. Who's making a fuss and who's being quiet? You'll get all your answers there. All that you need to know, even if you don't want it.